Grace buried her head in her arms and embraced her knees. Morgan was in the opposite cell of her. They weren't talking at all, the nighttime was filled with insects and dull sounds of rogues moaning in pain in the other cell.
"Why did you do that?" It was Grace who finally broke the silence between them. For an unknown reason, she felt like crying once again. She heard Morgan let out a sigh.
"Why do you have to ask me again?" Morgan said.
"I rejected you yet you still chose to do this. Are you an i***t?" Grace quietly asked. Morgan chuckled and looked at the ceiling of his cell.
"Maybe," he answered.
"You didn't have to do this. It's all on me, I was the one who wanted Rafael's attention," Grace whispered.
"Sleep, Grace. It's already late at night," Morgan said.
"Morgan…why?" she
